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His Methodist Foot 

A Farce in One Act 



By 
VANCE C. CRISS 



BOSTON 

WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 

1916 



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His Methodist Foot 



CHARACTERS 

Book Agent. Mrs. Binks. 

Mr. Jones. Mrs. Stubbs. 

Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Lane. 

Sally Jones. Mrs. Johnson. 
Bobby Jones. 

INCIDENTAL PROPERTIES 

A dust cloth for Mrs. Jones. 

A satchel with a book in it, to be carried under the coat, and a 
note -book for the book agent. 

A generous supply of chewing gum for Sally. 
A bouquet to be brought in by Bobby. 

Time In Playing. — Twenty minutes. 




Copyright, 1916, by Walter H. Baker &jQo. 

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CHARACTERS AND CHARACTERISTICS 

Book Agent. A young man, a smooth talker, who has plenty 
of self-confidence and who is not too flashily dressed. 

Mr, Jones. Middle-aged man, not very well, but not very 
shabbily dressed. 

Mrs. Jones. Middle-aged woman who is the boss of her own 
home. At her last appearance she should wear her " Sunday " 
clothes. At her other appearances she may wear over this cos- 
tume a house apron. This will make entire change of costume 
unnecessary. 

Sally. A girl who is just beginning to find that men are at- 
tractive. 

Bobby. Should be played by a small person, costumed for an 
eight or nine year old boy. 

Mrs. Binks, Mrs. Stubbs, Mrs. Lane and Mrs. Johnson. 
All middle-aged and about of the same type. Mrs. Binks and 
Mrs. Lane are rather gushing ; Mrs. Stubbs is curious, and Mrs. 
Johnson is sharp of face and very assertive. 



His Methodist Foot 



SCENE.— ^« interior. In the left wall toward the front 
there is a window, and above it, up staoe, a door lea din o; out- 
of-doors. Opposite this door, in the right wall, there is 
another door giving access to the rest of the house. There 
IS a sofa or davenport down L. opposite the window, a table 
at c, a chair at r. of stage and another one up c. against 
the centre wallwhere a piafio may be placed also , tf convenient. 

{Curtain rises and discloses Mrs. Jones dusting table.) 

Mr. Jones {entering at door r. and approaching loife). 
Martha, the new preacher just telephoned that he was on his 
way here to call. He said he'd stopped on the road to let us 
know, so he ought to be here right soon. 

Mrs. Jones. Sakes alive ! What's he a-comin' for on the 
very day the Widow's Mite Circle is meetin' here t' sew ? We 
ani't had a chanct t' talk hiin over yet, an' here he's a comin' 
t' attend th' first meetin' we've had since he took charge o' th' 
church. 

Mr. Jones. I reckon it can't be helped, but maybe you'll 
have a little better chance to size him up. I'm real glad he's 
coining. I've never met him yet. 

Mrs. Jones. No more have I. With all th' work I've had 
t' do, an' him just gettin' settled, I ain't had a bit o' time t' go 
callin'. I'll have t' be callin' on his wife right soon. 

Mr. Jones. Wife! Great guns, Martha, he ain't even 
married. 

Mrs. Jones. Ain't married ! That new clerk in Sanders' 
store said he was married, an' had two childern. 

Mr. Jones. Well, I can't help that. Deacon Skinner said 
they were gettmg him partly because he was a young man, and, 
not being married, might take more interest in the church. 

{Door -be II rings.) 

Mrs. Jones. Land sakes ! Who's that ? 



6 HIS METHODIST FOOT 

Mr. Jones {after going to the window'). I don't know him, 
so it must be the new preacher. 

Mrs. Jones. Here's a pretty mess; me with my sleeves 
rolled up and apron on, an' all th' flour from bakin' them 
cookies ain't off of my arms yet. Henry Jones, you'll have t' 
open that door an' let him in. 

Mr. Jones {suddenly grasping at throat). Great Chris- 
topher ! I can't go. I ain't got any collar on. 

{Bolts out door r.) 

Mrs. Jones ( gazing angrily after husband). Well, I never ! 
{Door-bell rings again.) All right, 1 heard you. You can 
just wait a little bit for comin' when you're not wanted. {Lei- 
surely wipes arms with dust cloth, rolls down sleeves, and goes 
to door L. Opens door.) Come in. 

Book Agent {entering with bow a?id ingratiating smile). 
Mrs. Jones? 

Mrs. Jones. You must be 

Agent {extending hand). Ah, my dear Mrs. Jones, so de- 
lighted to meet you. The Rev. Mr. Mutt 

Mrs. Jones. Oh, I recognized you right away, even if I 
ain't had th' pleasure o' meetin' you. I'm terrible sorry I 
ain't been out t' hear you preach, but some o' my friends has 
told me so much about you that I'd 'a' known you anywheres. 

Agent {bewildered). But, ray dear Mrs. Jones 

Mrs. Jones. Now you mustn't begin to scold. Rev. Mutt. 
I promise you I'll do better after this. 

Agent {still bewildered). But, Mrs. Jones, I'm sure you 
don't understand. You see- 

Mrs. Jones {confidently'). Yes, I do understand. I can 
tell from th' way you're a-lookin' that you're a-criticizin* me 
for not bein' fixed up. But you just take a cheer there. 
{Points to chair nearest piano, and Agent sits doivn.) I've got 
t' step out a rainnit or two an' fix up a little an' bring in th' 
childern. Let me have your hat. S'posin' you set over there 
on th' sofy. It's more comfortabler than them cheers. (Agent 
moves over to settee; Mrs. Jones places his hat on the piano 
and crosses to door r. Turns to Agent as she goes out.) I'll 
be back in a minnit or two. 

Agent {looking after Mrs, Jones ivith puzzled expression). 
I certainly would like to know what's wrong with that sister. 
She evidently doesn't know who I am ; but who in thunder 
does she take me for ? 



HIS METHODIST FOOT 7 

Mrs. Jones {off stage k.). Sally! Sally! 

Agent. By George, I'll bet she thinks I'm that new 
preacher I got to give me a list of names. 

Mrs. Jones {e?itering with Sally Jones, r.). This here's 
my daughter, Sally, an' if 1 do say it myself, she's about as 
fine a daughter as they is in our church. Sally, this here's 
Rev. Mutt. Come an' shake hands with him. 

Sally {vigorously chewing gum, advances afid takes Agent's 
outstretched hand). I'm tickled t' meet y'u. 

Mus. Jones. Lawsame, Sally, ain't I told you better than 
t' be a-chewin' gum when they's company here? Throw that 
gum away this minnit ! 

Sally. All right, ma. 

[Puts gum under table afid takes chair nearest piatio.') 

""Mrs. Jones. You'll have t' excuse me again. I've got 
some bakin' in th' oven, an' I've got t' fix up a bit. But I'll 
be back right shortly, {Starts to leave.) 

Agent {starting to rise). But, my dear Mrs. Jones 

Mrs. Jones {wheelifig about). Now set right down. Rev. 
Mutt. I won't be gone long. \_Exit, r. 

Sally. There ain't no stoppin' ma when she sets her head. 
Pa's quit tryin'. 

Agent. I'm sure you must be quite a talented musician. 
Won't you play for me? 

Sally {doubtfully). What kinda pieces do you like ? 

Agent. Oh, anything that's lively. 

Sally {seating herself at the piano, after taking her gum 
from under the table). Gee whiz, I was scared you'd want 
some o' them hymn tunes, an' my teacher ain't long on that 
kinda music. 

(Sally plays a few measures of any popular ^^ rag,'* when 
her mother, in consternation, enters R.) 

Mrs. Jones. Sally Jones, what on earth do you mean, 
a-playin' that kinda music when th' minister's here ! Do you 
want t' disgrace th' whole fambly? Seems like you want t' 
make th' new minister think you ain't had a bit o' raisin'. 

Agent {conciliatingly). Why, Mrs. Jones, I like music like 
that. It certainly started my Methodist foot. 

Mrs. Jones {in surprise). Your Meth'dist foot ! Land 
sakes, I thought you was a Babtist. 



8 HIS MHTflODloT FOOT 

Agent {slightly confused'). Yes, yes, to be sure; I am a 
Baptist, but you see, /you see — one of my grandmothers was a 
Methodist. 

Bobby Jones (eniet-ing -r.). Say, ma 

Mrs. Jones {turning upon Bobby). Bobby Jones, whatever 
do you mean, a-comin' in here a-lookin* Uke that? Didn't I 
tell you you had t' clean up afore you could meet th' minister? 
You come out here with me right now, an' I'll see that you get 
a vvashin' that'll be a real washin'. 

{Exit, R., dragging Bobby, who looks hack over his shoulder 
at the Agent.) 

Agent. Really, Miss Sally, you play remarkably well. 
Your playing is a rare treat. 

Sally {somewhat con/used). Aw, now, you're just a-sayin' 
that. 

Agent. No, indeed. I mean every word I say. ( Crosses 
to piano and tries to take her hand, but she puts her hands be- 
hind her back.) And beside that. Miss Sally, you're a won- 
derfully charming girl. 

Sally {giggling). Law sakes, Rev. Mutt, th' last preacher 
we had never thought nothin' like that about me, or leastwise 
he never said it. 

Agent {taking her hand, at which Sally drops her head, 
but glajices at him out of the corner of her eye and cJiews Jier 
gum vigorously). Then he must have been a dull fellow. You 
see, it didn't take me long to find out what a charming 

Mrs. Jones {enter i?ig r., laith Bobby; stopping in middle 
of room and raising her hands in conster?iation^. Laws 
a-mercy, what's a-goin' on here. Rev. Mutt? You, a preacher, 
a-holdin' my daughter's hand ! 

Agent {hurriedly retur?iing to the settee). Really, my dear 
Mrs. Jones, I don't see how any man, minister or any one else, 
couid refrain from telling your daughter what a charming 
young lady she is. 

Mrs. Jones {completely mollified). Well, I reckon it ain't 
for me t' be a-criticizin' a minister for appreciatin' my daugh- 
ter, if I do say it myself. 

Agent. No, indeed, Mrs. Jones; and Robert is really a 
most i")ronnsing young man. 

Mrs. Jones. Oh, he's a good one all right. You jufjt 
ought t' hear him say pieces. Bobby, let's hear you recite 
that piece you said at school, Friday a week ago. 



HIS METHODIST FOOT 9 

Bobby. Aw shucks, no. I ain't no girl, t' be a-sayin' 
speeches all th' time. 

Mrs. Jones [raisifig a threatening fi?iger). Robert Jones, 
you'll do what I say, or I'll take you out t' th' wood-shed. Do 
you think I'm a-goin' t' let th' new minister think I ain't th' 
boss in my own home? {Takes chair 7iear est piano. Bobby 
reluctantly stations himself at extreme R. and says his speech. 
Any ** kid'^ speech^ preferably one that has a local application, 
may be used here.) Bobby really can do a lot better'n that. 
He's on most o' th' Sunday-school programs, an' you'll more'n 
likely hear him again afore long. 

Agent. Indeed, Mrs. Jones, I certainly trust I may have 
that pleasure. And really, Mrs. Jones, I came to see you upon 
a mission that may be of especial interest to Bobby. I am the 
representative of 

Mrs. Jones {rising). Sakes alive ! I smell them cookies 
a-burnin', an' I'll have t' go take 'em up. I'll leave Sally an* 
Bobby t' entertain you. \^Exits hurriedly, r. 

Agent {after glancing alternately at Bobby a^id Sally). 
Really, Miss Sally, there was sometliing more I wanted to say 
to you, but circumstances seem against me. 

Bobby {who has seated himself upon chair at extreme r.). 
Say, Rev. Mutt, when you was a kid, did your ma make you 
dress up an' say pieces, like ma makes me, when th' preacher 
come ? 

Agent. No, Bobby, she didn't. When the minister came 
to call, I always went out in the yard to play. 

Bobby. Shucks, I ain't goin' t' do that. They ain't nobody 
t' play with. I'd rather set in here an' talk t' you an' Sally. 

Sally. He's a slicker, all right. 

Agent. Bobby, how'd you like to earn a nickel to put in 
the collection plate next Sunday, just like your father does ? 

Bobby. Aw, shucks, pa don't put no money in th' collection 
plate, an' I don't want to, neither. 

Agent. Then how would you like to earn a nickel to spend 
as you want to? 

Bobby. Gee, I never heard o' preachers givin' kids a chanct 
t' earn a nickel, but I'd like to. 

Agent. Good. You go out and gather a nice bouquet of 
flowers from the garden 1 noticed in the back yard, and I'll 
give you a nickel when you bring me the flowers. Now, get a 
nice jjouquet. Don't try to hurry, because I want you to get 
only nice flowers. 



10 HIS METHODIST FOOT 

Bobby. What'd you want with 'em ? 

Agent {smiling a,t Sally, who titters). That's a secret. 
You go now, and I'll give you the nickel when you bring in the 
flowers. 

Bobby. I'm goin' right now. \_Exity r. 

Agent. Now Miss Sally {Rises and starts toivard 

her ; door -bell rings, and he halts suddenly?) What in thun- 
deration 

Sally. Why, Rev. Mutt, what kinda words are you a-usin' ? 

{Door- bell rings again.) 

Agent. Confound that bell. 

Sally. 1 bet that's some o' th' Widow's Mite Sevvin' Cir- 
cle. They're a-goin' t' meet here to-day. 

Agent. Oh, darn the circle. One kiss, at least, from those 
ruby lips. 

{He starts toward her, but she eludes him and hurries to the 
door L., which she throws open, while he angrily seats 
himself upon the settee.) 

Enter Mrs. Binks ««^ Mrs. Stljbbs, hesitating between piano 
and settee. 

Sally. Ma'll be in in a minnit, I reckon. Rev. Mutt, 
these here are Mrs. Binks and Mrs. Stubbs, two o' th' circle. 

Agent {rising a?id bowing). I am delighted to meet you 
both, 1 assure you. 

Mrs. Binks. Lawsame, Rev. Mutt, I hardly knowed you, 
wilh your moustache shaved off. 

Mrs. Stubbs. Really, Rev. Mutt, I know it's a little curious, 
but I'm powerful anxious to know if you're married. 

Agent {glancing about uncertainly). Won't you folks sit 
down? I'm quite sure you'll find this settee very comfortable. 

( Women take settee, Sally occupies piano stool, and Agent 
takes chair nearest piano.) 

Mrs. Stubbs. As T was sayin', Rev. Mutt, I certainly don't 
want to seem curious, but are you married yet ? 

Agent {fidgeting nervously). Well, Mrs. — Mrs. — Mrs. ■ 

Sally. Stubbs. 

Agent. Yes, that's it, Stubbs. You see, the fact is — that 
is — well, I haven't been called on to marry any one yet, but 



HIS METHODIST FOOT II 

I'm hoping my services will be more in demand when I become 
better known. 

Mrs. Stubbs. Oh, I didn't mean that at all, Rev. Mutt. I 
mean have you got a wife of your own ? 

Mrs. Jones {enter mg r.). Why, Mrs. Binks an' Mrs. 
Stubbs. I'm powerful glad t' see you. An' ain't it fine, havin' 
th' new minister with us, so soon after him a-comin' t' town ? 

Mrs. Binks. Would you believe it now, Mrs. Jones, but I 
hardly knowed him with his moustache shaved off. 

Mrs. Stubbs. There's an old sayin' that them that perse- 
veres gets there iii the end. I've been a-askin' a question here 
for the last half hour that I ain't had answered yet, and I'm 
a-goin' to ask it again. As I was a-sayin'. Rev. Mutt, have you 
got a wife, or are you still single ? 

{hG^'iHT fidgets while Mrs. Stubbs is talkingy but is relieved 
when door-bell rings as she finishes.) 

Mrs. Jones. I bet that's another o' th' circle. {Goes to 
door r., opens it, and Mrs. Lane enters.) Mrs. Lane, I'm 
sure glad t' see you. We've got a regular treat in store for us, 
for here's Rev. Mutt, our new minister, who just happened t' 
drop in t' call. 

Mrs. Lane {rushing to shake Kom^T^s hatid). I'm just too 
delighted to meet you. And you can't guess who I saw just a 
little while ago. It was down-town in Sanders' store. You 
don't know, do you? (Agent shakes head.) It was your wife 
and baby. 

Sally {who, in her excitement ^ had risen, sinks dow?t upon 
the pia7io stool and piano, and screams). Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! 

Mrs. Jones (rz^j-y^/z/^/i? A^r). What's the matter? What's 
the matter? 

Sally {sobbing). I set down on a pin. 

Mrs. Jones. Well, if you've set on a pin, what good is it 
a-doin' you t' keep on settin' there ? (Sally slowly gets up 
and moves to chair at extreme R., where she sits and continues 
to sob silently. Agent fidgets ?iervously. Mrs. Jones sits on 
piano stool; Mrs. Lane goes to settee ; Agent takes chair 
nearest piano.) Now that th' minister's here, an' afore th' 
others come, don't you ladies think it'd be a good thing t' tell 
Rev. Mutt somethin' about th' people that's Hable t' hinder him 
in tryin' t' run th' church right ? 

{Women nod and turn to Agent.) 



12 HIS METHODIST FOOT 

Agent. I shall be only too glad to obtain any information 
that will aid me ip my work. 

Mrs. Jones. First o' all, there's Mrs. Smith. That's Jim 
Smith's wife. If she ain't th* chairman o' every committee an' 
th' boss o* every sociable an* th* like, she won*t have nothin' t* 
do with none o' th* work. She's actually so bossy that slie 
wouldn't do a thing for th' last sociable because she wasn't th' 
first one asked t' bake a pie. (Agent, who has takefi out note- 
book, writes as Mrs. Jones talks ^ Land sakes, Rev. Mutt, 
you ain't a-writin' down what I'm a-sayin', are you? 

Agent. Yes, indeed, Mrs. Jones. This is very valuable 
information that will assist me materially in separating the goats 
from the calves. 

Mrs. Stubbs. Calves ! 

Agent. I mean sheep. 

Mrs. Binks. An' then there's th' Widow Sanders, th' 
mother o' th' Sanders that runs th' store. She's got all sorts o* 
money, but she holds on to it tighter' n fly paper upside down 
on a dinner table. She's so stingy she won*t buy needles. 
She makes th' hired hand sharpen th' old ones. 

Sally (f-ising with a tragic gesture^. Love's young dream 
is ended. (^Dashes out door r.) 

Mrs. Jones. 1 reckon that there pin must 'a' caught in her 
dress. 

Mrs. Lane. Yes, an' don't you forget that Miss Mandy 
Judkins. She's th' worst old backbiter ever was. Even old 
Granny Mason, who's deaf in both ears, can't set on th' front 
seat at services without Mandy Judkins a-sayin' she's there t' 
make goo goo eyes at th' preacher. 

{Door L. opens without warnitig, apid Mrs. Johnson enters.) 

Mrs. Johnson. Howdy, everybody. I just took the liberty 
of comin' on in, Mrs. Jones. 

Mrs. Jones. Oh, Mrs. Johnson, I want you t' meet our 
new minister. Rev. Mutt. 

Mrs. Johnson (staring sharply ^/ Agent). That man ain't 
our minister. Rev. Mutt's been a-callin' at our liouse twice. 
That there man's a impostor. 

{All are too surprised to speak, until the Agent breaks the 
silence.) 

• Agent, That is all very true, ladies, but I had no desire to 
play the impostor. It was a mistake. If you recall, Mrs. 



HIS METHODIST FOOT I3 

Jones, I tried to stop you to explain, but you wouldn't allow 
me. I am Henry Smith, representing the Jonas Publishing 
Company. (^2'akes booJz from satchel ufider his coat.') Allov/ 
me to show you the work we are selling at the ridiculously low 
figure of two dollars and ninety-eight cents, cash on delivery. 
The work is handsomely bound and finely illustrated, and con- 
tains stories of all the Bible heroes. It should be in every home 
v/here there are children, and also in the homes where there are 
none. May I put each of you down for an order? 

Mrs. Jones. Not me. 

Mrs. Binks. Nor me, either. 

Mrs. Stubbs. I'm sure I don't want your old book. 

Agent {taking out note-book). Very well, then, I shall call 
upon the ladies you have so highly recommended, and see if 
they do not wish to buy. 

Mrs. Jones (/« great alarm). D' you mean you'd be low 
down enough t' tell 'em what we said ? 

Agent. Such a course might be necessary. 

( Women are alarined. Those on settee converse a moment 
in undertones.) 

Mrs. Stubbs. An' if we buy the book you won't say a word 
t' any o' them folks ? 

Agent. If each of you buys a book, I'm sure I shall not 
mention a word that has been said. 

Mrs. Binks. I'll take one. 

Mrs. Jones. An' so will I. 

Mrs. Stubbs. Put me down for one, too. 

Bobby {entering r. zvith bouquet). Here's your flowers. 
Where's my money? 

Agent {handing him money). Here are two nickels instead 
of one. Present the bouquet to Miss Sally, with my compli- 
ments, and tell her it is a little token of the time the agent 
played the parson. 



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SWEET LAVENDER Oomedyi„ Three Acts. Seven male, 
costumes, modern. P,a.^ a f nuYvSr^f'- «"'"«• " «i"IJe toS?lor; 

THE WEAKER SEX ^K"? '" P-« Acts. Eight ma>es 
scenery, two interiors. Kajs ifull erS|-. <;°«™esf mo^er?;' 

A WIFE WITHOUT A SMILE ??™*^'" Three Act.. 
Costumes, modern; sca,e, a single interlo r.'^'Fla";r;°^/„Tj4'L?„t" 

Sent prepaid on receipt of price by 

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No. 5 Hamilton Place, Boston, Massachusetts 



LIBRftRY OF CONGRESS 

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A^ YOIl I MHV IT Comedy in Fire Acts. Thirteen males, four 
AD IVV L(isi.L II females. Costumes, picturesque ; scenery, va- 
ried. Plays a full evening. 

CAMII T F ^^^™* ^^ Five Acts. Nine males, five females. Cos 



tumes, modern ; scenery, varied. Plays a full evening. 

INAOMAff ^^^y ^^ ^*^® Acts. Thirteen males, three females. 
lilUUITlillV Scenery varied ; costumes, Greek. Plays a full evening. 

MAW STUART Tragedy in Five Acts. Thirteen males, four fe- 
ITIAIVl D 1 tlAni males, and supernumeraries. Costumes, of the 
period ; scenery, varied and elaborate. Plays a full evening. 

TBE MERCHANT OF VENICE SlTet^wf^^iSl: SSSi; 

picturesque ; scenery varied. Plays a full evening. 

RICHFT IFII I*lay in Five Acts. Fifteen males, two females. Scen- 
l\lvlli<lvlL<U ei-y elaborate ; costumes of the period. Plays a full 
evening. 

mpiViTC Comedy in Five Acts. Nine males, five females. 
HI T ALiJ Scenery varied ; costumes of the period. Plays a 
full evening. 

SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER glTeai" ffr,et°1«e,.'?4' vi 

rled ; costumes of the period. Plays a full evening. 

TWttFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL Si^.o'lS 

three females. Costumes, picturesque ; scenery, varied. Plays a 
full evening. 



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Fo. 5 Hamilton Place, Boston, Massachusetts 

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